Katsuki Yuuri. Coach. Lover. Fiance. It was a lot of information to take in, and all he could do was stare blankly, mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish, as he tried to make sense of it. He had a ring on his finger so it had to be true, right?
Quickly Viktor lifted his own hand, finding the matching gold ring on his right hand. It was actually rather pretty, simple and gold with a tiny snowflake and a studded diamond at it's center. In most western cultures it was customary to wear wedding and engagement rings on your left hand, but not in Russia. In Russia it was always the right hand. So it had to be true, except -
"That can't be right," he said, shaking his head and then wincing at the pain the motion caused. "Sochi was just a few hours ago. And there's no way I would ever melt down an ISU medal to make an engagement ring. I would never do that. There must be some mistake."